to the divine, mischievous, spark in you; 🌟
For sure my best Loki piece until now, I'm so proud of it! (and of him of course, we love you lonely god)
( I must specify that this isn't a Loki x Sylvie art, the details of the woman dancing in the illusion was a little reference to an original MCU tales I'm drawing in this period because... hyperfixation. )
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Loki, My Beloved
I’ve been a mega fan of loki since the fucking thor movies and watching the finale had me crying the whole week 😭😭😭 it was just such a perfect ending to the serious and they put loki in such a good place- EVEN THO IM SO UPSET
i could talk about them for years and I WILL
lokius is cannon bc im delusional 🥰🧎♂️
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✨I offer you my heart ✨
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Mobius gives Loki something much more valuable than a throne 🥺💕
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on the list of many things Loki has taught me so far:
"some of the hardest hurdles are the ones we have to go through; to bloom into something more. It's harsh like the freezing winters but i will be the raging fire to welcome you into safe arms" — loki
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God Loki
I like to think that Loki has many moles, like stars, now that he rests in the universe he merges a little more with it. (That makes sense?)
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Sometimes, He is not pretty.
Disheveled, stinking of piss and filth.
A frightening homeless man
Shouting at me from the other side of the train station:
The face that you often see is nothing but a glamour crafted to be pleasing to you.
But, sometimes, I am tired of that
face, and you will see Me as I am
An ancient being, whose face bears the ravages of time, and what appalling marks
Grief, pain and madness have inevitably made upon Me.
While it may be easy to approach Me in a finer guise,
Silk cravats and topcoats, leather and flash, I am
Also this, at My core. This is also Me.
I am bloated with rage, and careless
grime settled in the creases, compulsively licking
The blood and the spittle that collects at the corners of My ragged lips.
My yellowed, broken teeth have gnawed and ground down upon the offal and
bones of My very long memory.
I call to you
but you must approach Me.
Would you kiss My mouth?
Source: https://nightcompanion.wordpress.com/2013/02/21/sometimes/
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